When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.
P.G. WodehouseThe only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.
Lisa MantchevStichwörter: humor fairies bertie eyes-like-stars
I may hold ye at arm's length....But I want ye t' be mine an' mine alone. - Nate to Bertie, as they danced.
Lisa MantchevOne o' these days, lass, I'm goin' t' still that mouth o' yers. - Nate
Lisa MantchevWhat color is pandemonium? It sounds yellow.
Lisa MantchevStichwörter: bertie
He pulled her close. “Someday, I will win your trust, and you will be the one to set me free. I know it.”
“I won’t.” Bertie recoiled from both him and the assertion she would do such a thing. “Not ever.”
Ariel made no move to touch her again, though his words were a caress. “Don’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.
The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from falling.
Spirare, they whispered to her like an incantation. Breathe us in.
Bertie didn’t mean to, but she inhaled, and everything inside her was a spring morning, a rose opening its petals to the sun, the light coming through the wavering glass of an old, diamond-paned window.
Tendrils of wind reached for Bertie with a coaxing hand. Release him, and he will love you.
Stichwörter: wind bertie romance-novels ariel air-elemental
Irene gasped. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Stuart?" she hissed. "Have you?"
Stuart closed his eyes.
"No," he said. "Au contraire." It was strong language for the Edinburgh New Town, but he had to say it.
"Don't au contraire me," said Irene.
But it was too late. He had.
Stichwörter: funny french arguments bertie nagging 44-scotland-street strong-language
Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?"
"Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?"
"That’s a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon."
"And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded.
Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose.
Stichwörter: humor funny faires bertie manslaughter mustardseed moth love-triangles cobweb so-silver-bright
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